#this is insane tyyyy

[iamhereinthebg]

Chap 110 in Akane's pov! A gift to @iamhereinthebg

[kingprinceleo]

for the requests thing: can I ask for mephiles just beating the Shit out of hoax please. just kicking his ass so hard. maybe shadow’s forced to watch it happen :]

posts sent by mephiles in spirit HHSDGAGDAG

and by jesus god ASK AND YOU RECIEVED OMG hfbvhbjdfjh idk what happened man (exasperated) /lh i drew the bottom right as the very first one and was like :/ damn this doesnt Convey enough tho... and then it was 5 am. anyway i think mephiles is very silly and funny and wants to commit Real Life Murder, or get as close as he can while keeping them alive bc shadows got the good kush (blood) and both of them are fun to mess with

[woaaahh-itz-caam]

IM GOING TO SCREAM SSOOOOOOOO LOUD RN?? CHAT WHAT THE HELLL????

OK NO BCUZ I AAAAAAAHGDHDHCJC THANK U ALL SMMMM!!

DO U GUYS WANT ANYTHING??? LIKE DRAWINGS OR CHAPTERS OR ONESHOTS REQS??? LIKE??? ON MY KNEES STRAIGHT UP SOBBING GRHAGDHGSHHD

[saturday-byte]

Hello I like your sketch design

OH??!?!? MY GOD ?!?!?!?!?! YOU. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME. OH. TANK YOU

[lancerious]

now I ask YOU questions! >:3

40, 46, 29, 23, and 31

YUS more questions >:D

Q: Favorite memory

A: Um. Uh. Ok I have a lot of "favorite" memories which nullifies the meaning of the word lol, BUT considering how a huge part of my online presence is me obsessing over Lancer, I'll mention a memory that relates to him :>

The memory is...simply my first playthrough of Deltarune Chapter 1! I knew a decent amnt of the game at that point, including the general plot lol, but I wanted to see what the game was truly like. I know I played it in either my junior or senior year of highschool, can't remember which one it was. I also believe it was on a school break, whether it was summer break or a smaller one

ANYWAY, I played the game in the dead of night, everyone else at home was asleep. I had to play quietly as to not wake up anyone lol, and...oh my GOD, I fell in LOVE with the game even MORE after that, its characters included! Actually PLAYING Chapter 1 made me love nearly ALL characters SO MUCH more, ESPECIALLY Lancer. I kid you not, I remember laughing at every single line Lancer had, he was just so therapeutic for me. I have such a vivid recollection of my first playthrough, and there's TONS more I would say but then this post would be a goddamn novel & I'm still only on the first question lol

But yeah, I still adore this memory, and I always come back to Deltarune Chapter 1 if I ever feel down, because man, it works WONDERS <3

Q: What my last text message says

A: It's a link to a page for tickets to watch Coraline in theaters this August. If links don't count, my last text message is...literally just "Ok", that is actually it lol

Q: Favorite film(s)

A: YESYESYES I was hoping for this one!! I have two fav films, one animation & one live-action

My fav animated film is...Coraline, who would've guessed! I do prefer the book but the film is GORGEOUS, and it's in stopmotion which I also love! Coraline as a whole is such a wonderful story & has a very important lesson in it too, hidden behind all the pure insanity the movie has. It's just so great <3

My fav live-action film is Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children! It's based on the books of the same name, and while I DO have the books, I haven't gotten around to reading them just yet. Therefore, I don't know how accurate the film is, but I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. The movie NEEDS more attention it is hands-DOWN my favorite fantasy movie! It's not perfect, nothing truly is, but I absolutely ADORE it ^-^

Q: Fear(s)

A: I have a fair amnt of these! I'll list a bunch here

Any sudden sounds, ESPECIALLY if they're loud. A couple notable examples are the fear of balloons popping, alongside fireworks! I LOVE both of them, ESPECIALLY fireworks they are SO beautiful, but I'm always worried of the inevitable loud sound that will follow. For balloons I'm much more wary bcs I don't know WHEN the balloon will pop, whereas for fireworks it's mostly a concern of how LOUD each firework will be

Broken glass! The reasoning for this fear is that I cut the big toe on my left foot when I was a young kid from a broken glass shard from a shattered lightbulb. Ever since then I've been SUPER nervous around SHATTERED glass. I'm fine if the glass is intact, but once it's shattered I stay FAR away from it

Being forgotten is a big worry of mine. I think a decent amnt of people can relate to this. I've had past experiences where this occurred, so I'm extra sensitive to this, even if I don't show my worry outwardly

This somewhat goes with number 3: being rejected. I do NOT mean this in a romantic way, this is purely platonic. I have had SO many instances where I was rejected in some way & I don't have a lot of tolerance for it anymore

Overloading is another one. This primarily focuses on me bombarding people with the things I'm interested in, which has resulted in a few people rejecting me, see fear #4. This causes me to intentionally hold back EVERYWHERE, even in places where going on positive rants is encouraged

Finally, to end this list on another relatively "goofy" fear, there's bees, wasps, hornets, anything that stings! People have different reasons for being afraid of these insects, but mine is simply the fact that I have NEVER been stung, not once. I don't know if I'm allergic or not; I'm mostly afraid of the pain it could cause me as I have a VERY low pain tolerance. I literally panic every time a stinging insect comes into my field of view

Q: 3 random facts

All right, time to bring out the randomness in me >:D

When I was VERY young, probably toddler age at most, my head got whacked by a tree/branch, it was definitely some part of a tree at least lol. I got a tiny bump on my head as a result, it's still present to this day :P

I DESPISE melted cheese. It's obscene. Get it out of my sight. IhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateit

My favorite candy bar is Kit-Kat! Funny enough, that's actually my nickname to some people bcs of how much I love them

Bonus fact bcs I felt like it, I've written stuff, Ik some people know this already lol but still. I have abt 10 rotating ideas constantly in my mind that I've never put to paper but I hope to do so someday <3

TY FOR THE ASK <3

[iooiu]

Wow. Ur art is fucking amazing. How do u draw like that!?

i ponder about that all the time

[cospinol]

👁👁👁

@cospinol my vision

[hurthermore]

hrr okay so request! may you please write some vox x reader smut? maybe its readers first time and she's hella nervous and mr egotistical has no idea how to comfort her abt it since he's usually oh so rough but he tries being softer just for her?? i love vox so much im insane but TYYYY!!!!

»»------► 𝙰 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚎 (18+)

Pairing: 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Word Count: 𝟷.𝟿𝚔

Warnings: 𝙵/𝙼 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛

A/N: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎… 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋 𝚊𝚜𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝙼𝙰𝙾 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍; 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎

The last thing you were expecting after dying was being dragged down into the pits of a reddish hell. You were practically America’s sweetheart for crying out loud, you were the star of the late 1950s; always nice to your fans, and not to mention that you had raised and donated millions to charities across the world with your wealth.

Why the fuck were you in hell?

Storming down the street, you pushed over some slimy looking man as he walked a bit too close to you. “Move it, jackass.”

You really had no clue why you were brought here.

But you weren’t about to let that ruin what you had. Sure, you were dead; but you were still living. You would just build yourself up again.

And you did.

It took barely a month before you became the talk of hell, but it wasn't good enough for you. You craved for more power, craved to see yourself plastered over every building, poster and billboard.

So when an upcoming overload that had control over the majority of the media output in hell who called himself Vox came seeking you out; he offered you a deal that you couldn’t refuse. 

He would give you the fame you desired until the end of time, and in return, he wanted your absolute loyalty; your body, your love, and your life.

You signed instantly.

After your contract was set in stone, you found that Vox had enacted his side of the deal pretty much overnight. You remember the day vividly; your face on the cover of everything, letting all the vermin sinners bask in your lovely existence, and to know of your arrival in hell. From then on, you were back to your high celebrity status that you had attained whilst you were alive. 

At first, all Vox made you do was go on dates with him; which was an assortment of him taking you to restaurants, clubs, or his penthouse, which was something you found yourself enjoying more than you thought you would. But as time passed, he began growing more confident in asking for you to hug him, to kiss him.

One night, he had asked you to come to his penthouse, and as you sat in his lap, laughing whilst he took a shot from in between the junction of your breasts, he confessed that he had a thing for you whilst he was alive.

“Oh, so you no longer have feelings for me, Vox?” You whispered into his screen as he leaned back into the loveseat.

The light that emitted off his face only flooded itself with a hint of luscious pink as he huffed out, closing his eyes before opening his mouth. “You know I still have a thing for you. It’s why you’re currently sat in my lap.”

Giggling, you pushed yourself against him, walking the tips of your nails against his screen. “I know, but I want to hear you say it; properly.”

As he looked at you with his glowing eyes, he placed a hand around the fat of your hip. “I’ll tell you, on one condition.”

“Do tell?” You asked whilst leaning your cheek against him, stroking shapes into his chest.

You could feel his chest rumble before he spoke. “You let me fuck you.”

Instantly you stilled upwards, sitting back to look at him. He didn’t like how your body had left his; didn’t like how you looked almost disgusted as the words left his mouth.

“Look, Vox,” You began, your hands gesturing as you spoke. “I like you, don’t get me wrong, but I promised myself never to fuck someone who I worked with or for.” You confessed; but with the alcohol in your body, you said more than you had meant to. “I’m still a virgin for fuck sakes, I can’t-”

Freezing up, you realised what you had said. The alcohol in your body seemed to sober up as the shock of realisation settled in.

Why did you have to admit that to the man who practically owned you?

Vox could only look at you in disbelief. He had read and heard so many scandals about you fucking your way into stardom when you were both alive; but despite that, he knew you were telling the truth. Placing a hand on your thigh, his sharp tips caressed you. “You don’t work with or for me though, sweetheart.” His teeth showed with his growing smirk. “I own you.”

As you looked down at him, you couldn’t deny the connection you had built with him. You did like him; moreso, you liked what he could offer you, you liked the power he held, and despite his nonhuman face, you did find yourself finding him quite the looker.

Despite all the suitors you had attained in your living life, you had never found someone attractive enough to stand by your side. Leave it to you to find the fucker with a television for a head be the first guy you actually liked.

Ridiculous.

You were already dead, you may as well find out what the fuss about sex was.

You would give him your virginity.

“Fine. But you better fuck me how I tell you to fuck me.” You spat at him before you smashed your face into his, kissing his strange face that could weirdly produce a 3D touchable projection of a tongue that was so wet. Grabbing the sides of his screen, Vox could only groan as he found the entire interaction the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. 

He couldn’t believe he was about to fuck the woman who he had wanked off to throughout his years alive.

Despite his usual roughness during sex; craving control over his sexual partners, he would, for you only, allow you to dictate his pace. 

You pulled away from the heated kiss before standing up; Vox reaching for you as you stood, but halting once you began to slip the dress off of your body. As it dropped to your ankles, you stepped out of it confidently, basking in your own ego as Vox seemed absolutely starstruck as he gazed over every crevice of your body.

Looking up at you, his dead heart pumped all the blood from his body into his cock as he watched you place your hands on your knees, squeezing your breasts together as you leaned toward him. “You wanna fuck me, Vox?” For the first time in his life, Vox’s eyes blew out as he found himself lost for words.

How the fuck had you managed to make him so nervous? You were the virgin; not him.

As he nodded slowly, allowing red pixelated drool to seep from the rim of his screened lips, you placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning over him to make sure all he could see was you. “Then you better put me somewhere more appropriate; this is no place for a lady to lose her virginity after all, is it?” You whispered in his face.

With a newfound confidence, Vox stood up before pushing you back slightly, grabbing the thick of your thighs before you could actually fall; forcing you to jump up and wrap your legs around the small of his waist. As he carried you towards the bed across the room, he shoved his tongue down your throat, drinking up the wetness of your mouth as your sharp teeth prodded his tongue throughout the kiss.

You had expected Vox to be a tad rougher considering who he was, you knew he enjoyed being rough, so when he gently laid you down on the bed, you were surprised. Leaning over your figure, he began to undress himself, grinning cockily when he slapped the tip of his sex against your thigh. “This appropriate enough for you, sweetheart?” He mumbled as his fingers grazed over the slit of your heated core.

Hissing in pleasure, you glared at him. “You better be gentle, or I'll crack that stupidly handsome face of yours.” You cried out as he plunged a finger inside of you.

You were not expecting it to feel so good already.

His smile only covered almost the entirety of his screen as the red drool only became more prominent; you thought he was handsome?. “Sweetheart, you can threaten me all you want but we both know you’re at my mercy.” He added another finger into your wet sex, making you moan ever so slightly. “But because it’s you, I’ll do whatever you fucking want.”

You could only sigh as his fingers pulled away, only to be replaced by his cock as the tip teased your entrance. You closed your eyes as a slight stinging sensation began to flourish where he was slightly prodding into you. 

Gripping onto his arms to ground yourself, he kissed you with a softness you weren’t used to from him; he was always rough whenever he had kissed you before; this contrast was very welcome. 

It made you feel powerful as he executed your demand of gentleness.

Whining into the kiss, he slowly forced his way into you, scorching your core with a pain you weren’t expecting. “You need me to stop?” He whispered as he felt your face contort into discomfort. Looking into his glowing eyes, you felt your heart race as you felt his cock halfway inside of you. Shaking your head, you asked him to continue before you let him devour your mouth with his tongue once more.

As he slowly forced the rest of his cock inside of you, you felt drops of sweat begin to form on your forehead from the pain. But as he pulled back, fucking into you at a slow pace, the pain began subsiding for pleasure, and you naturally became more receptive to Vox’s kisses and thrusts; meeting him halfway as you began to lift your hips up to meet his.

You could only start babbling his name along with loud moans as the pain fully disappeared; only pleasure deriving from his cock pulsing and pushing inside your cunt. Gripping his screen, you gritted your teeth in strange pleasure as one of his corded wires began sending electrical shocks into your clit.

“You’re so beautiful, but you know that don’t you?” Vox moaned as his thrusts began to become more rough as he started to feel his balls tighten, indicating his orgasm was soon approaching. As you nodded your head, he watched your body move up and down on the bed as he fucked you. He was going to cum into your cunt. He could feel it edging slowly; so he made the electrical shocks more intense on your clit to force you into your own orgasm.

Screams of pleasure were all he could hear from your lips as he could feel the electrical pulse from his wires press into your clit. Gripping your hips, he rammed himself into you at a pace you weren’t expecting, your eyes rolled up as your thighs began to shake uncontrollably; your mouth stuck in a gasp as you felt yourself cum on Vox’s throbbing cock.

Letting out his own groan, Vox finally allowed the tightening of his balls to release as his orgasm shot into the walls of your slick heat, sinking his claws into your hips as his screen glitched through the ordeal.

As he came down from the high, he looked down into your after glowed face, basking in how you looked even more beautiful than you ever had before. 

He couldn’t deny that he felt something a bit more than just a crush in that moment.

“I have more than just a thing for you.” Was all he whispered.

»»------► 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[girlishwhimsies]

I saw you wanted asks about this so Tell me about the neurodivergent stuff with the Curtis brothers :D

SMOOCHING YOU FOR SENDING AN ASK TYYYY

okay okay so i’m just insane abt the curtis bros tbh. but like dyslexic adhd soda who is always treated as dumb cause he can’t read too well and he can’t focus and he wasn’t that good in school but holy FUCKKKKKKK he’s so emotionally intelligent. he can just sense when things are off and he’s good at getting people to compromise and bro is just deadass everything to me. he’s so smart even when people can’t see it. chronic leg bouncer.

ocd ponyboy. i will never shut the fuck up. like. pony at first being catatonic those few weeks in between johnnys death and then the end of the show. we’ve seen before he is very much worried about himself and how he impacts other people and how he like thinks he caused all that death. then he pretty much causes two deaths. that’s gotta fuck with him. so first he just shuts everyone out cause a. he is feeling too much and he doesn’t wanna feel all that and b. he can’t affect anyone and cause a death. real ocd coded to me… i think after the end of the show he would have even more compulsions that show up in more obvious ways. like he refuses to fall asleep til soda is asleep cause he thinks that’ll prevent his death, he holds his breath by cemeteries or else everyone he knows will be in one, things that like can seem rational, ie making sure people are safe before you go to bed or the cemetery superstition, taken to the next level. i feel like it would keep getting worse to the point it gets really noticeable like he isn’t ever sleeping, his hands are red from over washing (if he gets sick someone else could too and they could die<- his thought process), and like dude just looks fuckrd up to the point other people are like ummmm bro what’s going on

i haven’t even gotten to delusions ponyboy or autistic darry

[fantasticalleigh]

OMG PERFECT THANK YOUUUU 💖🎃

I will NEVER forget the over the shoulders bridal carry!! Drew wifed him up right then and there 😌

🎃😇🎃TRICK OR TREAT 🎃😇🎃

AAA HEY MAMA CALLEIGH I GOT UR FAVOURITE CANDY JUST FOR YOU ‼️‼️‼️

[zedleaked]

ok ive gotta say it your narrator design is literally the scrungliest motherfucker im going insane over how you draw him

he's just a little guy,,,,,, tyyyy

[ender-of-the-sender]

✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

Heheheheh tyyyy

Im gonna talk about Hatchetfield before thats all i can think about rn (im trying to distract myself by watching smosh videos but i go insane every time angela is mentioned or a stupid reference is made)

✨- To be honest i think its the characters that really just make the shows. Also the writing is just phenomenal. I eat up the lighting every fucking show, even in nightmare time. Uhgggg idk probably the characters yeah. Silly little guys :3

💕- hmmmmm lex :3 i like her bc she is just like me fr fr and her in yellow jacket- UGH. And angela is phenomenal in everything. Also black friday is one of the only Hatchetfield songs that I can actually confidently say is in my range.

🏳️‍🌈- Richie is Aromantic . I could write a whole essay explaining my reasoning but it mainly comes down to the scene where he says "hit it and quit it" about ruth. I want to explain but im not gonna i swear

[whimsicalpolitical]

heyyy I really love your writing! Was wondering if you could write number 12 or 13 with Ross from the smut prompts list? Tyyyy! 💕💕💕

Thank you so much anon!! I chose 13 ‘being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace’

18+ MDNI

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The snowstorm has been relentless, and now you're snowed in, unable to leave as planned. You sit on the plush sofa, staring out the window at the swirling white chaos, feeling a mix of frustration and awe at the raw power of nature.

Ross has already checked your supplies and reassured you that you have enough food and firewood to last for several days if needed. Now, he kneels by the stone hearth, arranging logs and kindling with practiced ease.

You watch him as he places a blanket in front of the fire place, in his lumber jack coat, completely unbothered by the weather.

“When do you think we can hit the road?” You ask, keeping your eyes on your handsome boyfriend.

“S’ a good question, wouldn’t count on leaving anytime soon, love.”

You huff out loud, making Ross turn around to look at your pouting face, raising his eyebrows. “Hm?”

“I love this cabin, I do,” you mean it, “but it’s getting colder and I have things to do at home.”

Ross chuckles softly as he strikes a match and sets the kindling ablaze. "I know but we have to make the best out of this, can’t just drive through this massive pile of snow out there.”

The fire crackles to life, casting a golden glow that begins to fill the room with warmth. You pull your knees to your chest, trying to conserve heat, but the chill seems to seep into your bones.

“Still cold,” you complain and Ross rolls his eyes, giving you a dorky smile.

“I reckon you wait, d’you know why?” You shake your head, “ ‘cause I just lit the fire.”

“Funny,” you sound angry and you are. You’re slowly getting sick of the cold.

“C’mon now, could be worse,” he’s sitting on the blanket, his spread thighs inviting you. “Spent nearly two weeks here, can pull off another day, no?”

“I guess,” you don’t sound convinced because you’re not, but Ross is right.

Ross isn’t satisfied with your answer, he keeps looking at you, staring a hole into you and it drives you insane.

“Stop,” you say, you’re face heating up.

“What?” He asks offended, throwing his hands into the air, laughing, “you’re pissed off at everything.”

“No but you’re looking light you’re plotting something,” you huff, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck.

He grins, his eyes sparkling, “maybe I am.”

“Hmm,” you hum, resting your head on your knees.

Ross chuckles leaning back on his hands, “come on, love, you’re making this more miserable than it has to be.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not freezing to death.” You narrow your eyes at him, but his playful expression makes it hard to stay frustrated.

“Oh, I’m freezing alright,” he says, “but I’m not whining about it.”

“Whining?” You scoff.

“Yeah, whining,” his smile is widening, “anything I can do to lighten the mood?”

“Give me a kiss,” it’s almost a plead, wanting his skin on yours, radiating his warmth on to you.

He smirks, patting a spot next to him, “come here then.”

The look in Ross's eyes, the mixture of teasing and genuine affection, finally makes you cave. You crawl over to him and, instead of sitting beside him, you straddle his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Before you can do anything else, his lips are on yours, soft and warm. The kiss starts slow, a gentle meeting of lips, but soon deepens, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that surprises you.

He feels you start to melt on top of him. He looks up at you hungrily under his lashes before he's closing the distance between you again, his hands snaking up your back to pull you closer as he presses his lips firmly to yours.

You gasp at the first contact, your hands hurriedly coming up to his hair, kissing him hungrily. He tastes just like you remember and his beard tickles just the same.

He lets out a deep groan as he feels your hands in his hair, his body practically trembling under your touch as he kisses you deeply. He lets one hand slip up your spine to the back of your neck to keep you close, the other trailing down to your waist as his tongue slips forward to press hot and insistent against your bottom lip until your mouth opens for him, your tongues meeting as you tug on his hair.

“Warm me up?” you sigh, hips thrusting against his in need, making his mind go absolutely hazy and a deep groan coming from his mouth as he feels you rubbing so wantonly against him.

“Of course,” his head is tilting to trail kisses and bites down the side of your neck, humming contently when your head tilts backwards to feel more of his kisses.

His teeth are gently nipping at your skin as he moves to the sensitive spot behind your ear. You can't help but whimper, feeling his cock growing harder against you as you roll your hips against him, what makes him let out a deep groan, his head tilting back and his eyes squeezing shut as his mouth falls open around the low sound.

“Fuck,” he says gruffly, letting his hands trail up from your waist to your sides, feeling your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. You kiss his jaw and neck. He feels like he's starting to lose his mind at the feeling of you grinding against him, his breath shuddering out in a groan as he feels his body start to shake.

"Slow down," he moans, his chest rising and falling faster and faster with the way you're moving against him. His eyes squeeze shut as he tries to keep himself together, his hands starting to clench around your sides.

“Feels too good though,” you cry out, feeling your stomach tightening at the constant rubbing of your panties against your clit. “You feel so good.”

"Yeah? feels good?" he shudders out, his eyes flickering behind his closed lids as his head falls back even further against the chair.

He suddenly holds on to your hips as tightly as he can so he can lay you on your back, rescuing himself from an embarrassing fast orgasm.

You whine at the loss of the friction, “Ross.”

“I know, love,” his lips find your neck again, rutting up into you again, “let’s do it properly hm?”

His hands find his belt and he pulls both his pants and boxers down, stroking his length in small movements.

You replace his hand with yours as he pulls your pants down as well. You both leave everything other on because it’s too cold and although the fire and the contact is helping, it wouldn’t after you would be done.

“You alright, love?”

“Yes, yes, just please,” you nod, Ross guides his cock through your folds to smear your slick before he slowly slides into you. Your head falls back as you gasped at the intrusion of his cock, the stretch just perfect.

“Don’t have to beg with me,” he keeps his pace slow at first, steadying himself with his hand resting above your head. He pushes your thighs apart and you wrap them around his waist, letting out a soft moan as you melt into the pleasure.

Ross kisses down your jaw and ghosts his lips over your collarbone. You use your legs to pull him further into you, whining when he pushes so much deeper into your cunt. "want more?”

You can’t say anything besides a breathed out ‘yes’ and he’s already holding your leg up, allowing him to fuck you even deeper. You feel every inch of Ross inside of you, as he slides in and out, repeat.

His other hand reaches down to toy with your clit, and you shudder. “Ross, so perfect fuck.”

“I’m close,” you sigh. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Jesus,” Ross curses, seemingly out of nowhere, but you know by now that it turns him on like crazy. His need for praise always had you curious, and using it in bed just makes you feel all the more powerful.

“Gonna cum-,” he leans in to press his lips to yours again, driving his hips into you at a punishing pace, and you’re gushing as he flicks at your clit in all the right ways. You moan as your orgasm washes over you, electrifies you, till every bone in your body feels like jelly. He lets out a groan as his hips stutter, emptying inside of you. His warmth floods into you, the coldness leaving the room completely.

“Love you,” you say, kissing him again, “love you, love you.” You repeat over which makes him laugh.

“Not so bothered now anymore,” he refers to your attitude from earlier, “I love you.”

He pulls out of you and quickly puts on his and your pants before laying down next to you, pulling you on top of him, in front of the fire.

[kyomaee]

going insane at my FIRST EVER TXT ALBUM YAYAYAYAYAYAY TYSM @dyneue hashtag DYING RN

beomgyu ver too… how did i get this lucky 😭 ILYSM TYYYY AAAHHHHHHHH

[desertduality]

Insane over the new chapter btw. If it wasn't obvious. Already drawing smt instead of sleeping.

Managed to draw such a good hand btw. Not really important I'm just really happy with the hand djvkdkkf

WHAHH SHAKING YOU WITH INTENSE JOY ALKSJDJD THANK YOU !!!! You are the best ever for my self-confidence lmaoo I’m glad you liked the chapter !!!! and also I am vibrating very quickly in place in excitement for your art AKJSJDH TYYYY <333

Also a well drawn hand should always be celebrated that shit is hard ajskjdjd

[sojutrait]

soju the tanline from the wedding band!!! you’re insane! i’m obsessed with your storytelling like omg. how did you even get that like you’re the best simblr😭

TYYYY i played with barbies till i was like 13 if that explains anything DJDKDK😭😭